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Tower of Dreams
by Jim Cripps
EXT WOODLAND FOREST - EARLY SPRING - LATE AFTERNOON
Two boys in the distance are walking into the foreground. They are on a wide
path which was once a makeshift road that is now carpeted with grass and weeds.
Coming closer into view, one of the boys' arms are flying wildly as he
describes fantastic adventures, while the other boy retorts in a more subdued
manner. They are dressed in coveralls and shirts, dirty and worn
through-and-through. Over their shoulders, they each carry nearly bursting
bags. From their dress, we can only guess the time is possibly before the
…And slice 'em up with my saber,
and stick the heads on flagpoles,
and let the crows peck at the eyes…
Will you shut up!
William is visibly disgusted by Tommy's ridiculous story, and points to their
right, hoping to change the subject.
Go over that way.
They walk through a small opening of trees and bushes.
I was just preparing for battle…
Tommy trails off slightly disappointed.
What am I gonna do when I'm facin'
off with the enemy? I won't know
what to do if I don't practice.
William nudges his arm at Tommy's shoulder. Tommy smiles a little, looking up
at William. They walk for a few minutes.
Are we gonna stop?
Yeah. We shouldn't be too close
to the road…
EXT WOODLAND FOREST - CLEARING - LATE AFTERNOON
They stop in a small, clear area in the forest.
…and not too far.
He looks around, satisfied with the location.
We settin' up camp?
Yeah. Here's good.
With great relief, Tommy throws down his pack and starts looking for sticks.
William throws his pack down too.
Anyway, you don't wanna be
sputterin' in the field 'bout
how you're gonna slice off some
guy's head, an' the crows feedin'
on his eyes.
In battle…other men are gonna
think you're crazy?
William unpacks some things from his bag to get to a tarp, which he then drags
close to the trees, dropping it on the ground and spreading it out. Tommy comes
to him and dumps the sticks he found.
I wasn't gonna say it then.
It's just for practice now?
Well, good. Cause if I had to,
I'd tell the General you're mad.
© Jim Cripps, 2004 ± 716